That call was 15 minutes, and at least half of it was literal silence. Oy.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Wow.
There's an intersection in Halifax that for decades was called the Willow Tree because there used to be a, wait for it, willow tree there. It's now fallen out of usage, which kind of makes me sad.
Ugh. Trying to work with a vendor to make something that seems like it should be simple to work. What I want is just to see a working example but the guy I'm working with doesn't know how to do it, the engineers are too busy, and they don't have one sitting around. There doesn't seem to be any question that it can be done. So why the heck it is so hard to get a working example? Wouldn't they have made one to test it?
Sorry, just venting.
A guy I went to college with just had his first child. Born this morning. I'm over here having hot flashes at work and he is about to start sleep deprivation and diapers at 47. Lord, I need to take a nap just thinking on it. Lands no.
The "use landmarks that no longer exist" thing is one that I have encountered pretty much every time I move. "You know where the tire store used to be?" No, no I do not.
Legit there is a place in my mother's home village that I grew up hearing referred to as "Where Betty Mraz saw the cougar."
Betty Mraz changed her name at 18 and had not been Betty Mraz for almost two decades by the time I was born. And yet.
A woman I went to college gave birth to her first child two weeks ago. 46. I cannot IMAGINE.
We had Matilda when I was 45, but she didn't kill my sleep the way Emmett did.
Hey, folks. Just a quick check-in; I skipped and skimmed. Hugs and comfort to those who want or need them.
I don't have any entertaining landmark stories, sad to say.
Previous BayCon associates of mine are helping run the Worldcon, but the crowds are already too much for me and the con hasn't even officially started yet.
Still here, still reading, still keeping the Buffistas close in my mind and in my heart.
Legit there is a place in my mother's home village that I grew up hearing referred to as "Where Betty Mraz saw the cougar."
This made me laugh.
So my car was broken into (or rather, I may have left it unlocked in a migraine haze) and all my registration info was left scattered about in the car. Do I need to worry about someone trying to do something with my name & address?